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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/27917455">Bellatrix Oneshots/Drabbles</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/Itica_writes/pseuds/Itica_writes'>Itica_writes</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Drabbles, F/F, Imagines, One Shot Collection</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>In-Progress</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-12-06</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-12-10</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-10 19:41:26</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Not Rated</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>9</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>4,002</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/27917455</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/Itica_writes/pseuds/Itica_writes</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>A collection of all the Bella/Reader or Bellamione things I write (coz I'm too lazy to make a multi-chapter fic) Chapters titled with a dialogue prompt are less than 400 words.</p>
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<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Reader, Hermione Granger/Bellatrix Black Lestrange</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>3</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>93</td></tr>

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<a name="section0001"><h2>1. Imagine Bellatrix getting jealous for your attention</h2></a>
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    <p>It was Christmas Day at the Malfoy Manor. Narcissa and Lucious had invited some of the extended family over for a party of sorts, as was the usual custom. Although you weren’t a blood relative, your relationship with Bellatrix earned you an invitation as well. When the two of you arrived, you were greeted graciously, or rather, the Malfoy’s stiff and proper version of what gracious was. Where other families may have exclaimed and ran into each other’s embraces, this greeting was all quiet hellos, proper handshakes and, in Narcissa’s and Bellatrix’s case, a short hug. When hellos had been made, Lucious guided the group to the sitting room, where Narcissa requested to pull you aside to speak with you.</p>
<p>“Just to catch up on things, I haven’t seen you in so long.” She had said. So you left Bella with Lucious and Draco, promising you would only be a few minutes.</p>
<p>It was over an hour later when there was finally a lull in the conversation. Once you and Narcissa had started talking, the two of you had hit it off. You didn’t even know how much time had passed until you glanced at the clock.</p>
<p>“If you’ll excuse me,” Narcissa said, after laughter from a joke had trailed off into silence. “I just have to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”</p>
<p>You nodded. “Of course.”</p>
<p>She smiled and walked off. Free from the conversation for a moment, you took the chance to cast your eyes about the room. You had noticed while you and Narcissa were talking that Bella had been sneaking glances at you with growing frequency, the annoyance on her face increasing with each look. However now, she was nowhere to be seen.</p>
<p>You gasped when someone behind you roughly nipped your neck, and you turned to see Bella.</p>
<p>“What are you doing?” You asked incredulously. You glanced around the room to be sure no one had seen.</p>
<p>“What are you doing?” She shot back.</p>
<p>“What on earth do you mean, Bella?”</p>
<p>She grabbed your arm and pulled you into the next room, pushing you against the wall.</p>
<p>“You have been talking to my sister all night.” She hissed. “You’ve barely even spared a glance at me.”</p>
<p>“You’re jealous over me with your own sister? You know, you could’ve joined the conversation at any time.” You made to go back but Bella held you in place.</p>
<p>“There’s a difference between being jealous and being territorial, darling.” She said, ignoring the second part of your statement. She pressed harder against you, running a hand down your stomach as she nuzzled into your neck. She let out a long exhale as she moved up to your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “Do I need to show them what’s mine?” She whispered, her teeth grazing the cusp of your ear. “Do I need to mark you up all pretty for them to see?” She moved back down and nipped your neck again, more sensually this time, allowing her tongue to flick out and run along the sensitive skin there. A wave of heat shuddered through you as your body responded to her touch, but your brain was still in control, although barely, you had to admit.</p>
<p>“Bella, come on now-”</p>
<p>“You want it.”</p>
<p>“We can’t.” You said with finality.</p>
<p>There weren’t many who could tell her what to do, but she had a weak spot for you, and if you were insistent enough, she would listen. Sort of. She pulled back from you slightly to stare at you, brown eyes dark with want.</p>
<p>“Bella, we’re at your family’s Christmas party.” Her hand that was on your stomach began moving lower, slipping past your navel. You grabbed it to stop it’s descent. “It wouldn’t be appropriate.” You insisted.</p>
<p>She seemed to think for a moment.</p>
<p>“Hmm. Alright.” She backed away a little, allowing you to move away from the wall.</p>
<p>You started to breath a sigh of relief, but it was cut off my her hand around your throat. “But we will be, ahem, addressing this later.” She said against your cheek. She planted a kiss there, deceptively soft and sweet, then lead you back to the party. You could only hope no one noticed the deep blush across your cheeks, or Bella’s triumphant smirk.</p>
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<a name="section0002"><h2>2. Imagine attempting to bake with Bellatrix</h2></a>
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    <p>You were in the kitchen pulling out ingredients for cookies when Bellatrix walked in.</p>
<p>“What are you doing?”</p>
<p>You turned to see her staring at the clutter in the counter in confusion, and you couldn’t help but smile in amusement.</p>
<p>“Making cookies!” You replied. “How on earth do you not have any chocolate chips?” You said, turning back to rummage through the cabinets some more. “It’s ridiculous.”</p>
<p>“Baking is ridiculous.” She said with distaste. “It’s an activity for muggles and house elves.” She slammed closed the cabinet you were looking in.</p>
<p>“That is nonsense. I guarantee you plenty of witches and wizards do it. Otherwise, why would I be doing it?” You pulled out your wand. “Look, you can even use magic. Accio chocolate chips.” You flicked your wand. Nothing happened for a moment. Then you felt something hit you in the back of the head. You turned and looked down to see… A single chocolate chip.</p>
<p>“Oh, come on.” You said with disappointment. You heard a faint whizzing sound, and looked up to see more flying towards you. “Oh, come on!” They all started flying into you, and it felt like someone was pelting you with tiny pebbles. It took you a moment to get your bearings and cast a deflection spell, causing them all to fall to the ground. During your plight, Bellatrix had perched herself on the counter and was now cackling at the scene.</p>
<p>You scoffed. “You couldn’t have helped?”</p>
<p>“No.” She said between peals of laughter. “I told you I don’t bake.”</p>
<p>Frustrated, you grabbed a handful of chocolate chips off the floor and threw them at her. So caught up in her amusement, she didn’t see them coming in time to deflect them. Most of them hit her chest, but some hit her face, with a few even getting tangled in her hair. The laughter stopped immediately, her mouth falling open in shock.</p>
<p>“How dare you!”</p>
<p>You stuck your tongue out at her in defiance. After a moment, her look of shock morphed into one of mischief. She reached for the bag of flour next to her.</p>
<p>“Bella, no-” A white dusty cloud exploded in your face, making you cough. You readied your wand.</p>
<p>“Oh, it’s on.”</p>
<p>By the end of the day, you both looked like you had been through the wrong side of the bakery, with not a cookie to show for it. You didn’t regret a thing.</p>
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<a name="section0003"><h2>3. Imagine Bellatrix being strangely fascinated by you, a muggle</h2></a>
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    <p>She didn’t know what it was about you. After all, you were just a muggle. Meaningless, insignificant, not fit to mix with proud witches such as herself. Hell, even a house elf had more right to be in her presence than you did. And yet… No, she banished the thought away. There was nothing special or intriguing about you at all. You were filth, with no right to plague her mind.</p><p>It was during a begrugding trip through muggle London - vile, but necessary - that she had first seen you. You were walking down the street, same as any other, and disappeared into a bookstore. Nothing strange or extraordinary, just a girl on her way to buy something to read. So why did she find herself turning her head, craning her neck to get a better look at you? She realized with annoyance that she had even stopped walking to get a longer look at you. She tore her eyes away with a scowl, continuing on about her business, but you lingered on her mind. The more she tried not to think about you, the more she found you popping up in her head, like a particularly stubborn weed. Oh, how infuriating it was to be so enraptured by a mere muggle. She nearly tore her hair out trying to figure out what was so different about you. It didn’t help that she kept seeing you everywhere, in what she told herself was only a growing collection of coincidences. Certainly not intentional, unnecessary visits through muggle London. It was simply the easiest way to get to The Leaky Cauldron, which was conveniently - inconveniently, she corrected herself - located quite close to the bookstore you visited so often.</p><p>You were taking up far too much space in her mind for her to be comfortable with. Part of her wondered if you were really a muggle at all. Perhaps you were some mischievous witch that had cast a spell on her. No, she was smart enough to know that wasn’t the case. She realized the only way to rid herself of you would be to confront you. ‘I’ll have to talk with her,’ she thought to herself, 'and then I’ll see that she’s just as bland and dimwitted as any other muggle.’</p><p>Armed with this logic, she strode into the bookstore the next day. She didn’t see you immediately, and cursed under her breath. Of course you would make this take longer than it should. She stomped up and down the aisles searching for you. Anyone that cast a funny look got a withering glare for it. She finally found you at the back, sitting cross legged on the floor of the fantasy section, concealed by the tall bookshelves on either side of you. You didn’t notice her at first, completely engulfed in the world you were reading. The title, partially concealed by your fingers, was not one Bellatrix recognized. The Black family was never allowed to have muggle books in the house, and as an adult she’d never bothered. She assumed they were filled with useless, uninteresting things, like how to cook without a wand. Yet watching you, so absorbed in the pages, her assumption wavered the tiniest bit. She didn’t realize it yet, but that waver was like a ripple in the ocean. The smallest change to cause a bigger chain reaction.</p><p>Tired of being ignored, she decided to speak.</p><p>“What are you doing?” She demanded. She delighted in the way you jumped a bit, startled, and the light pink in your cheeks as you looked her up and down. You were surprised by her bossy tone, and it took you a moment to answer.</p><p>“Um, reading?” You flashed a confused smile, fiddling with the book in your hand. Now it was Bellatrix’s turn to be flustered, although she didn’t show it. How could she have allowed herself to ask such a stupid question?</p><p>“Aren’t you supposed to buy them before you read them? It’s not a library, you know.” She recovered, crossing her arms over her chest.</p><p>You winced, inhaling through your teeth. “Ah yea, you got me. Reading in a bookstore. How devious.” You smiled as you rose to your feet, shelving the book. “You know, you shouldn’t hang out with the likes of me, criminal as I am. Bad influence.”</p><p>She looked you up and down and sniffed. “I’ve had worse company.”</p><p>You hummed in response. Then you squinted your eyes in recognition. “Hey, I know you, actually.”</p><p>“Do you?” She asked, haughty tone concealing the tension she felt. How could you possibly know her?</p><p>“Oh I mean.. Not, you know, "know you” know you. “ You said, making air quotes with your hands. "I’ve seen you around a lot though. You kinda stick out in a crowd.” Your eyes lingered on her wild mane of jet black hair, and equally dark outfit.</p><p>She was about to respond when there was suddenly a terrible ringing noise. She was reaching for her wand when you pulled a strange rectangular box out of your pocket. It seemed to be the source of the ringing, and after you messed with it for a moment, it fell silent.</p><p>“What is that wretched thing?” She questioned, eyeing it suspiciously. Her wand was clasped tightly in her hand, concealed by her dress. She was beginning to learn that muggles, or at least this one specifically, could be a bit surprising.</p><p>You looked at your strange magic box, then back up at her.</p><p>“I know it’s not the newest phone around, but I wouldn’t call it wretched.” You laughed. “I have to go.” You pocketed the phone, giving her a quick once over. “I’ll be here the same time tomorrow if you want to go out for coffee or something.”</p><p>“Coffee? With you?” She told herself that she’d never want to spend another second here, surrounded by filthy muggles.</p><p>You shrugged. “Why not?”</p><p>Then you just walked away, leaving her alone in the aisle. She gaped at the audacity. How dare you, just leaving like that without being properly dismissed. Muggles were so rude, no sense of culture. Just mowing through their lives complaining about their problems they wish they could magic away. And there really wasn’t anything special about you at all. What a waste of time. She glanced at the book you had been reading, tucked neatly away on the shelf, and traced her fingers over the spine for a moment. Then she jerked her hand away, as if it had burnt her, and turned and stormed out.</p><p>And yet, the next day, she found herself striding towards the bookstore once again.</p>
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<a name="section0004"><h2>4. "I think I'm in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me." (Bella/Reader)</h2></a>
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    <p>“I think I’m in love with you, and… that scares the crap out of me.” You whispered.</p><p>She strode closer, invading your space. Her wild mane of hair made a curtain around you, and you felt your cheeks begin to go warm as she reached a hand up to move a strand of your own hair out of your face.</p><p>“What’s so scary about it, pet? Is it because I’m unhinged?” Her dark eyes bore into yours. “Is it because I’m…” She leaned even closer, breathing into your ear. “Dangerous?”</p><p>You let out a shaky breath, and you felt more than heard her small laugh in your ear.</p><p>“I think you’ll soon find that’s exactly what draws you in.”</p>
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<a name="section0005"><h2>5. "You're mine. I don't share." (Bella/Reader)</h2></a>
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    <p>You don’t know why you did it. Actually, yes you did. You just wanted to see what she would do, how she would react. As the red head girl flirted with you, completely believing you were hers for the taking, you stole glances across the room at Bella. She didn’t notice at first, but then her eyes slid over you in a casual glance and you saw her jerk back, doing a double take. You discreetly covered your mouth with your hand to hide a smirk. Barely a moment later, she was by your side, a venomous glare directed at the girl you were sitting with.</p><p>“Beat it.” She barked. At first the girl looked like she would protest, but seeing Bella’s fierce stance, she seemed to decide against it. Flashing you a disappointed look, she got up and left. Immediately, Bella turned on you.</p><p>“What do you think you’re doing?”</p><p>“We were only talking, Bella.”</p><p>“I’m not stupid.” She moved in close, grabbing your arm possessively. “You’re mine. I don’t share.” Her hot breath graced your face with her words. You smiled.</p><p>“Good to know.”</p>
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<a name="section0006"><h2>6. "What would I do without you?" (Bellamione)</h2></a>
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    <p>“Ah!” Hermione exclaimed. In front of her, the toaster had burst into flames. “Oh no, oh no…” She rushed to the cabinet, rummaging for a cup and running to the sink to fill it with water. Is was at times like this Hermione seemed to forget that she was indeed a witch, and could simply put out the fire with a wave of her wand. Bellatrix, lured by the sounds of Hermione’s panic, walked in on the chaos, a look of surprise turning to amusement as she realized what was happening.</p><p>“Are you having troubles?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.</p><p>“I hardly think this is the time to be smart, Bella!” Hermione snapped. She dumped water on the toaster, screeching when the flames only leapt higher.</p><p>Bella only smirked, lazily waving her wand in the direction of the toaster. Immediately, the flames went out. Hermione froze, then sighed when she realized what happened.</p><p>“Merlin, I’m such a nitwit. Honestly, what would I do without you, Bella?”</p><p>“Succumb to the flames, I suppose.”</p><p>Hermione scoffed. “Sure.”</p>
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<a name="section0007"><h2>7. "You mean too much to me." (Bellamione)</h2></a>
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    <p>It was hard to tell what was going on in the heat of the battle, but there was no mistake when Bellatrix saw one of her fellow death eaters take aim at Hermione. Before the magic even left the tip of their wand, Bella darted in front of her, casting a vicious counter spell their way. The death eater crumpled to the ground in an instant, and Hermione couldn’t tell if they were just knocked out or worse. She had hoped it would go unnoticed in the chaos, but now she saw death eaters turning their wands on the mess of raven hair next to her.</p><p>“They’re all turning against you now.” Hermione said, turning back to back with Bella to deflect more spells.</p><p>“Doesn’t matter.” The witch said over her shoulder. “You mean too much to me.”</p>
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<a name="section0008"><h2>8. "Who did this?" (Bellamione)</h2></a>
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    <p>Hermione winced in pain as she cast her wand over her injuries. Within an instant Bella was running to her side, her wild mane of curls flying over her face as she dropped to her knees next to her.</p><p>“Who did this?” She asked, seething with anger. “I swear to Merlin I’ll-”</p><p>“Bella, I appreciate your need for vengeance, but right now I need help getting to a med witch.”</p><p>Seeing the pain Hermione was in, she reluctantly put her wand away and wrapped an arm underneath her shoulders.</p><p>“I can heal you myself, let’s get you inside.”</p>
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<a name="section0009"><h2>9. Imagine Hermione explaining to Bellatrix who Santa Claus is on a trip to muggle London</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Notes for the Chapter:</b><blockquote class="userstuff"><p>Yes I know that the HP universe has Santa by the name of Father Christmas but this was specifically requested and we're already breaking canon and its cute so shhhh enjoy it</p></blockquote></div><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p>Hermione almost couldn’t believe it as she walked with Bella through the snowy streets. She wasn’t even dragging her along, she was walking! Enthusiastically! Through muggle London! It was a sight to behold, and many of the muggles seemed to share that thought as they watched the dark witch stride along next to her, standing out in her unconventional clothes and wild mess of raven hair.</p><p>Bellatrix had been resolute in not going at first. “Christmas shopping can be done just fine in Diagon Alley. I’m sure your parents would even be thrilled to receive something from a wizarding shop.”</p><p>Oh but Hermione wanted her to see the festivities she grew up enjoying. Her excitement was infectious and her puppy eyes were truly… infuriating, Bellatrix thought, as she felt her resolve melting away.</p><p>So here they were, slush collecting on their shoes as they trekked through the streets. They constantly made stops, peeking into shops, admiring the decorations. Hermione had been surprised to find that Bella was quite good at ice skating, zooming and twirling in rings around her while she was content to glide peacefully along. </p><p>Now they were leaving a small cafe, a cup of hot chocolate clutched greedily in Hermione’s hands while Bella sipped a frappe.</p><p>“You know that’s essentially ice cream.” Hermione said.</p><p>Bella quirked an eyebrow at her. “It’s not my fault you didn’t cast a heating charm.”</p><p>It was true. Hermione’s nose and cheeks were a rosy red from the cold, but she found she enjoyed it. The bite of wind brought her back to earlier Christmases, and it filled her with such great nostalgia that she couldn't bring herself to banish the sensation with a heating charm.</p><p>“So what do you think?”</p><p>“About freezing your arse off in the cold? Not the brightest move from the brightest witch of the age.”</p><p>“Not that.” Hermione laughed, bumping the other witch’s shoulder. Bellatrix pushed back harder and Hermione gave in to avoid spilling her drink.</p><p>“I mean this.” She said, gesturing around them. “Did you… did you enjoy it?” Doubt crept at Hermione. Bellatrix had seemed happy all day, but perhaps she was only humoring her. Maybe she shouldn’t have made her come.</p><p>Bellatrix was quick to disprove that. “It was wonderful, Hermione.” She said with a smile. When Hermione returned it, she continued, “Absolutely not as wretched as I thought it’d be.”<br/>Hermione rolled her eyes.</p><p>“I am confused though…” Bellatrix continued, and Hermione looked at her expectantly. “What’s with the big hairy oafs everywhere?”</p><p>Hermione’s eyebrows creased in confusion, and Bellatrix nodded towards a man dressed as Santa Claus. Hermione laughed at first, but it quickly turned to astonishment when she realized Bellatrix wasn’t joking.</p><p>“Wait, you really don’t- that’s Santa Claus! You celebrate Christmas but you’ve never heard of Santa Claus?”</p><p>“Why on earth would I celebrate a big hairy man I’ve never met?”</p><p>“Stop describing him like that!” Hermione said, unable to help the grin on her face. “It’s wonderful. If you’re good, he comes into your house on the night of Christmas Eve and leaves presents under the tree.”</p><p>Bellatrix pursed her lips. “Presents?”</p><p>“Mhm, but if you’re naughty he only leaves a lump of coal.”</p><p>A wicked grin emerged on Bellatrix’s face. “Really? I should think if you’ve been naughty he would leave something a bit more interesting than a lump of coal. Say, for instance, a vibra-”</p><p>Hermione hurriedly clapped her hand to her mouth to cut her off as a family passed by. The mother had a disapproving look as she guided her kids around them, and Hermione gave her an apologetic glance before glaring at Bellatrix. The witch’s eyes twinkled mischievously over Hermione’s gloved hand.</p><p>“He wouldn’t do that, because he only brings presents to children!” She tried to keep her tone stern, but couldn’t hold back a smile.</p><p>Bellatrix removed Hermione’s hand and tugged her close, the warmth of the heating charm washing over her.</p><p>“Then I guess I’ll have to play Santa this year.” Her gaze dipped down suggestively and suddenly Hermione wasn’t so sure the warmth was from the charm. She pushed her away, keeping their fingers laced together. It wouldn’t do to start snogging in the middle of the street. As they continued walking, Bellatrix went back to a less steamy topic.</p><p>“This Santa does sound rather creepy though. Sneaking into people’s houses.”</p><p>“I suppose, but mostly it’s just fun. And it doesn’t really matter anyway, it’s all make-believe.”<br/>“What’s the point of that?”</p><p>“Well, as I said, fun. Mostly to make the children behave, I suppose.” She studied Bellatrix out of the corner of her eye. “Didn’t your parents do anything like that?”</p><p>Bellatrix seemed to think for a moment. “...Yes, kind of. It was more the opposite though, really.”</p><p>“How so?”</p><p>“For us it was a goblin named Gristlefunk. If you were good, he’d leave you alone, but if you did something bad, he’d come into your house and steal your presents. And he’d jinx you, accordingly of course. Like if you lied he’d jinx your teeth to melt together.”</p><p>Hermione stared, aghast. “That’s terrible!”</p><p>Bellatrix cackled. “It doesn’t really matter anyway, it’s all make-believe.” She said, mimicking Hermione. Then she looked at the ground, smiling to herself as she reminisced. “I remember Cissy was always terrified of him, even though she was the best behaved out of all of us. To make her feel better, Andy and I would go around the house and set up traps to stop him, enchanting certain objects and rooms to hex him when triggered. It was quite fun, actually, until Mother ran into one for a bat bogey hex.”</p><p>Hermione tried to stifle her laugh, but it bubbled out of her, and Bellatrix joined in. The thought of a prim and proper Druella Black with bats flying out of her nose was hilarious.</p><p>When they finally collected themselves, Hermione realized with a start that it was getting dark. The temperature had dropped quite a bit, and she shivered. Bellatrix pulled her close, the heat charm washing over her again, however it was fading now.</p><p>“Do you wanna go home, now?” Bellatrix asked.</p><p>“Did you have fun?”</p><p>“Of course.”</p><p>“Then yes.” Hermione leaned her head on Bella’s shoulder as they began their walk home.</p>
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